Delicious Sweet Milk Baguette - Chapter 5

Roa felt a strong urge to refuse outright, as any reasonable person would. However, if she thought about it a bit differently, there were actually no constraints on her at the moment.

This was a perfect foreign land free from worries about scandal, and Roa would be returning to her home country the next day, so she wouldn’t be entangled in any bothersome matters like romance or marriage with the man before her. Besides, she didn’t have a current partner either.

Adding a bit of self-rationalization, Roa was an adult capable of handling her own affairs. The man before her, with his charming demeanor, was presumably an adult as well. Thus, it seemed almost instinctual and natural for two consenting adults to engage in a se-ual relationship.

‘The reason I couldn’t dismiss it outright and have been hesitating with all these elaborate thoughts…’

Roa swallowed her dry saliva as she glanced at Klimt’s baguette. Her indecision seemed to be entirely due to that enormous baguette. Honestly, she had never encountered a p–is of such size and magnificence, even in rumors. Her curiosity made it hard to resist.

Caught between instinct and reason, Roa was struggling inside. Perhaps sensing her dilemma, Klimt sweetly reassured her.

“It will be delicious. I promise you.”

“I don’t think it will all fit…”

Klimt seemed to sense an unspoken agreement in Roa’s hesitant response. His gaze grew bolder, sweeping over her body more confidently.

“Well, you won’t know until you try, right?”

“No, it will definitely tear!”

“Don’t worry too much. I’ll make sure you’re sufficiently prepared so that you can enjoy it.”

“Prepared? How…?”

As Roa expressed her doubts, Klimt moved closer to her as if he had been waiting for this moment.

The contours of his muscles were highlighted under his tight shirt, which seemed ready to burst at any moment. His demeanor, which seemed to be that of a predator masquerading as a gentle herbivore, made Roa instinctively feel herself becoming more wet.

“Do you know what’s most important for making delicious bread, Roa?”

“What… what is it?”

Roa, puzzled by the mention of baking, asked Klimt again. Klimt, with a bright smile, lifted her up effortlessly, causing her to flinch slightly beneath him. Despite the overwhelming size difference, it felt like a mere rustling.

“It’s all about the dough.”

“Eek!”

“I’m going to knead Roa’s body now.”

Klimt lifted Roa up. Roa, startled, let out a squeal, but Klimt, unfazed, gave her a playful kiss before settling her down on the table. Even with the significant difference in their sizes, Klimt’s well-defined muscles seemed to serve practical purposes rather than just being for show.

With swift movements, Klimt removed the strap from Roa’s top, sending a rough sensation across her back. His hands, accustomed to manual labor, were quite calloused.

“Wait! Klimt, just a moment.”

“Yes, Roa?”

“Am I… the only one undressing?”

“Lady first.”

To ease Roa’s nervousness, Klimt buried his lips on her neck and made a lighthearted comment. His crescent-shaped eyes and the way his soft, moist lips gently nipped at her shoulder were strikingly memorable. It reminded Roa of a large dog playfully seeking attention.

“That’s not something you say in this situation.”

Roa, having been caught off guard, couldn’t help but chuckle. Klimt seemed pleased with her reaction and gazed at her intently. The intensity of his stare gave Roa the illusion of an invisible tail swaying from side to side.

“Everything will be according to your wishes, Roa.”

Bowing respectfully, Klimt removed Roa’s glasses, which were precariously perched on the tip of her nose. He swiftly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his bare torso in an instant, as if he had returned to a primordial state.

“Klimt…”

Under the lantern’s light, Klimt’s physique seemed to glow with an almost divine radiance. His well-defined, muscular abdomen, hard to believe to belong to a bakery owner gleamed with a healthy sheen. A sticky liquid dripped from the end of his member like sweet milk.

Despite the lewdness of the scene, Klimt’s composed features gave the impression of encountering a fallen angel with a sacred aura.

“From now on, please entrust yourself completely to me. I have a talent for kneading.”